with the skillful way Lucio's fingers played between her legs. The vampire had pulled them onto his lap the moment the call had started, despite Spoons' silent protests. They weren't complaining anymore, nor were they making any move to escape, though they refused to look over at him. They could just picture his cocky smile, likely with a fang playing over his lips. Bastard. Spoons' head fell back against Lucio's shoulder, eyes screwed shut as they fought to keep from panting in any kind of obvious way. "N-no, yeah. I'm listening! I, ah!" Two fingers were now pumping in and out of her with a deliberate twist of his wrist, a wet shlik-shlik-shlik sound all too apparent to their own ears. Please, please, please let that not be audible on the other end of the phone. "Sorry! Yeah! I just, uh. I dropped my pen. Wa-one sec.'

He loves when they try to stifle themselves. Pretty things make the cutest noises. And this one was his most favorite he'd had in a long time.

He liked how soft they were- how his wandering hands couldn't help but squeeze those generous thighs. They couldn't begin to comprehend the depths of his desire for them. Not even as he draped their legs over his knees and spread them nice and wide for him. His cool fingers slipping beneath their panties, wasting no time in gently rubbing between their folds.

At first they gave him a bit of a look, squirming a bit. But a few well places circular motions seemed to make quick work of their protests. The band manager really none the wiser for a first few minutes of the conversation. Nice lady, really helpful to Spoons here.

And while at first he only intended to tease them a bit, the accumulation of that sticky warmth on his hands and the struggle to keep their composure had only egged him on. It wouldn't take long- not with the way they leaned back into him now, his fingers dipping in and out of the sopping warmth. Little squelching noises filled the small room of the bus from the one hand fingering that cute hole of theirs. But- the other hand decides to join, idly rubbing their clit.

Though those sounds are drowned out by the proximity of their throat being so close to his ear. The pounding of their blood- their heart enticing his fangs closer. His long tongue sliding up their flesh to their ear. A soft groan in their ear.

The first bite earned a squeal followed by plenty of sighing and whimpering, but by the time Lucio switched to give her other hip a similar treatment, Spoons was shaking all over as a molten heat throbbed between her legs. She didn't even care that Lucio's sharp demon teeth had drawn blood that welled and dripped down onto the bedsheets. Or that she was absolutely going to be covered in bruises tomorrow. He was going to make sure she needed that walking cane. With golden wings spread out on the bed under her and a halo glow casting a soft light throughout the room, she let out the least angelic moan he'd ever heard. "Oh, god! Lucio!"

There's something satisfying, even fulfilling about catching any of these creatures in his grasp. Something holy and yet- also corruptible. Partly something he could touch, something he felt deep in his bones that he could own. Keep for himself amongst the screams and the horror. In the pitch black of where his empty soul resides, he could take the glow of her halo for himself.

She seemed to like the rough treatment, every puncture of his monstrous teeth earning such sweet little noises. And a wave of that... intoxicating smell.

Over the curve of her hips, he left a trail of jagged marks, his last pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. His pointed ear barely brushing against her mound.

His name is called and he feels the pull in his body. An inescapable command that he must obey. Something definitely felt good about his name and the Lord being used so close together like that.